[Verse One] [Homeboy Sandman]:I don’t buy new clothes to wearI don’t shave, don't bathe, don’t cut my hairIf it was up to me I’d walk around naked and bareI don’t really care enough to even look in the mirrorI wash Chinese food store TupperwarePlayed out boobs and butts and blunts and beerAmong who got guts make blunts in hereI got two big nuts and nothin to fearI got loose screws and a screw face to matchI don’t about-face I ain't got a taste for thatIf I really want something I’ll pray for thatI don't worry 'bout how I’m gonna pay for crapAin’t no pavement where I ain’t good atAnd ain’t no place where I’m gonna stay put atMy home base, where the forsaken atI cape crusade for the sake of thatI'm in the matrix where more agent at?I'm in your face like Flushing, where the Asian at?I don’t brush shoulders where my angel at?I heard you’re cook 'cane sucka where your apron at?I heard you serve 'cane son where your staple at?You like you’re worldwide homey where your label at?Most of you unsigned, how did you finagle that?While everybody else was busy trying to get on the guest listI was busy trying to be ambidextrousMinutes well rested and whippin' up breakfastEarlier than the rest of the homo erectusThe world don’t stopDoesn’t nothin affect thisThought that I should address thisLocal writer and leftistBy the way, any questions?[Verse Two] [Homeboy Sandman]:Shout out to my moms and pops andBrother was inside, they called ox's "oxen"Forced with an ock I’m aware of my optionsKimbo come for drunken boxin'Columnists constantly callin' me consciousColumnists constantly calling me consciousCause I’m straight out of comp’ not straight out of ComptonNo labels on my cloth necessary for confidenceOnly the table cloth on my table of contentsAin’t no comfort we ain't already accomplishedWe go hard regardlessLotta sniffin' Con Ed, livin' as a starving artistGotta break some eggs makin’ omeletsAlways hummus in my target audienceThank you captain obviousI don't swear except for solemnly in my songs and sonnetsAin't nowhere to dishonor that made dishonestEnough ballin’, bollocksYou need only seek the son to find solaceLet me show you quick how I move massesPlasma and gasses liquids and solidsRadio p-noid cause I’m on call listHear me on delay, Speedy GonzalesI’m the modern day William WallaceAlways on the go round the globe trotterTariq Trotter, scholarSomethin' out my medulla oblongataI don't hear no Fendi, Gucci, PradaAll I hear is yada yada yadaAnd it’s gettin louderDo something about itHead up in the cloudsI’m incredibly beyond itWhen I’m getting down it's incredibly crowded[Verse Three] [Fresh Daily]:I be on the St. Nick of the collegeMake raps go so I'll make you a promiseTo give you the bombest rhymes beyond his timeSomething for the momma's and poppa'sSomething for the toddlers in Pampers and cacaSomethin' for them gangsters packin' them LlamasSomethin' for them llamas and the alpacasSpittin' saliva, gettin' em higherVenom for the denim that'll kill 'em in one doseKnow when you with friends and when you among foesKeep your friends close and your enemies closerIn the studio when I'm chillin' with SosaNot there yet, get the feelin' I'm closerObvious, in the mags and my name's on the posterThis ain't a game and I ain't a jokesterI mean what I say and I say what I meanI remain on the scene, say I'm no poserI remain composed, something like MozartLayin' in my lane, got drive like a chauffeurAll I really know is that my flows doperI don't know weed and I don't know cokaI do know Hennessy mixed with the colaMy man,?, got used to the FolgersWhere's A.O.K., did y'all brother's fold up?Close up shop and make it ghost huh?2 Hungry Bros still cookin' up dopenessWhere's P.So yo? I don't know brahTryin' to stack paper till my papers like OprahsOh yeah, I go dumb like my tongue went numbBed Stuy Brooklyn's where I'm fromIf I can't say just what I wantThen I'll say nothin' I'm fuckin' gone
